Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.